Testo Throat - Pauline Seaver, mary mortem

Throat

Locked inside
I never wanted to leave
Smell of ambrosia
Delivered by doves
To my vacant body
Locked inside tearing you apart
My hands are in your neck
It’s me I can’t stand
One look in the mirror I break smile
In denial I can’t sleep
Every single night I see you I turn to lies
I turn to times where I don’t have to breathe